Robin Hood: Prince of Thieves Page #7

ROBIN OF LOCKSLEY

Any great ideas?

AZEEM:

Get up! Move faster!

ROBIN OF LOCKSLEY

Move faster, great idea

WILL SCARLET:

Watch it, John!

ROBIN OF LOCKSLEY

We're not through yet!

JOHN:

Already, my old cocker. You want another good whacking? You should have one!

ROBIN OF LOCKSLEY

It seems like I've made it passed the gate, John Little. Or should I call you Little John?

WULF:

Hit him father!

JOHN:

Swimming time again, old chump!

WULF:

Where is he? Do you see him?

JOHN:

It's a bloody shame. He was a brave lad:Help!!

ROBIN OF LOCKSLEY

Do you yield?

JOHN:

I can't bloody swim! Help!

ROBIN OF LOCKSLEY

Do you yield?

JOHN:

Yes!

ROBIN OF LOCKSLEY

Good, now put your feet down

JOHN:

I'll be buttered!

ROBIN OF LOCKSLEY

The medallion

JOHN:

Give me your name first

ROBIN OF LOCKSLEY

Robin of Locksley

JOHN:

Well, Robin of Locksley, you've got balls of solid rock.

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22 EXT./ CAMPFIRE/ SHERWOOD FOREST - NIGHT

JOHN:

That's Max, the miller's son, Harold Brownwell and that stumpy one there is David of Doncaster, but the lads all call him Bull.

ROBIN OF LOCKSLEY

Because you're short?

DAVID:

No, because I'm so long!

ROBIN OF LOCKSLEY

No, Bull, save it, save it. Save it for the ladies

JOHN:

Give the man some meat. Now I made that myself

ROBIN OF LOCKSLEY

Is English hospitality changes so much in six years that a friend of mine is not welcome at this table.

UNKNOWN 1

But he's a savage, sire!

ROBIN OF LOCKSLEY

That he is. But no more then you or I. And don't call me Sire

AZEEM:

With regret I must decline. Allah forbids it

JOHN:

You bloody lost me

ROBIN OF LOCKSLEY

Why is it that so many of you are hiding

JOHN:

Well, we are all outlaws. We have prices on ours heads. Even that young lad there. The blasted sheriff, he says we owe him taxes.

ROBIN OF LOCKSLEY

Well, your ghosts will only keep the sheriffs man at base so long

WILL SCARLET:

Well, they have worked so far. Do you have a better idea?

ROBIN OF LOCKSLEY

You can always fight back

JOHN:

I reckon I must have cracked that noble our of yours. Well these are all good lads here. They have hearts of oath but they are farmers. It would be lambs to the laughter. They say the sheriff was raised by a witch.

AZEEM:

A witch?

WULF:

She knows every man's thoughts, you can see her eyes fur and she flies.

JOHN:

That's a load of Cotswold (onzin), Wulf.

WILL SCARLET:

What does a rich son of a devil worshipper care about a bunch of outlaw pheasants:

DUNCAN:

My Lord was a kind and generous man. Who among you dare to believe:

ROBIN OF LOCKSLEY

My father was no devil worshipper. And I'll have words with any man who says otherwise. But he's right. I was a rich man's son. When I killed the sheriffs men, I became an outlaw like you.

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